Warlord

It was close to eleven o’clock at night, and they were walking along the streets of the city of Angry Reef.

By this time most of the townspeople had gone to bed, and only the direction of the tavern was still brightly lit.

During the turbulent years, energy was scarce, and although the city had its own wind-power facilities, it was not extravagant enough to waste it on city lighting, even with street lamps on either side.

In the city in the dark, only a few searchlights from the direction of Ron’s office occasionally ripped the night apart.

Most of all, the dark red clouds in the sky were shining down with a dim light.

Zero continued walking in the direction of Dr. Victor’s apartment.

Raging Reef City was a rare surface city, and its residents were affected by the omnipresent radiation. As they walked, their skin felt numb, a reaction to radiation.

For zero, though, the amount of radiation on the surface was within the limits of what his body could bear, something that had been zero since it woke up two years ago.

But for others, long-term exposure to radiation, even if people’s ability to resist it has improved significantly, will inevitably lead to tissue mutation.

In particular, the incidence rate in the surface cities such as Anchor is much higher than that of the residents of other cities.

In this way, doctors who have a profound knowledge of gene and cell mutation will be very popular.

However, the western part of the city where Victor was located was already located at the edge of the city.

Either way, this is not the place a popular doctor should be.

In the midst of this question, zero arrived at his destination.

A three-story detached apartment was the home of Dr. Victor, the first floor of which served as a clinic from which he could obtain the shadow of medical equipment.

Zero stood downstairs, the window to the second floor was still lit, and he rang the bell.

After the electronic doorbell rang out happily like a sparrow’s cry, a rude voice came from above, “Are you the one that disturbed my rest? Are you prepared to have your balls destroyed by me?!”

Then the door opened and a double-barreled shotgun poked out of the darkness and pointed at Zero’s forehead.

Zero did not move.

There was a moment of silence, then the shotgun was withdrawn.

A slatternly man came out, a little older than zero and a little younger than Masters.

He was in his thirties, with his hair stuck to his forehead for days without washing it, and a beard that had apparently been untrimmed for a long time.

The man smelled strongly of alcohol, and in fact he held a bottle of whiskey in his hand.

With bloodshot eyes and a breath of alcohol from his mouth, he said, “Scram! Or do you want to eat your father’s bullet?”

He was about to close the door.

“Mr. Victor, I was introduced by Masters.”

Zero said.

Victor paused, then turned and said coldly, “Come in, but you only have five minutes.”

He walked into the clinic on the first floor. The dim light did not allow him to see clearly.

He could clearly see that both the equipment and the tables and chairs were covered in a thick layer of dust. It had been a long time since the clinic had been in operation.

Victor led Zero up to the second floor. The second floor was a living room, and the hall could only be described as messy.

Bottles of wine were strewn around the room, leftovers were piled up on the table, and the cockroaches were lured into the room.

The furniture had been thrown out of sight, and the old floor was covered with a thin sheet. Up above, Dr. Victor’s life was no better than that of a homeless man’s.

“Dr. Victor, I heard you have a lot of research in gene and cell disease treatment.”

Victor threw himself on a broken sofa in the corner of the hall. He poured whiskey into his mouth as if it were water, then said, “You have four minutes.”

Zero frowned and continued, “My wife, there’s a mutation in her cells.

“Dr. Victor, I’d like to ask you to help me.”

Victor’s eyebrows jumped when he heard the word “wife.”

Then he drank again, and after four or five gulps he raised his hand.

His fingers were trembling, a sign of chronic alcohol abuse.

Victor laughed at himself and said, “See, I don’t deserve to be a doctor.

Why do you need my help?

With Masters?

I admit the bastard saved me once, but I’ve cured him.

“Of course not.”

Zero revealed his last card. “I intend to make a fair deal with you.”

“What kind of deal?”

Victor looked casual.

Zero said indifferently, “I will help you save your wife who was taken away by the bandit wolf. You must promise to treat my woman. This is fair, isn’t it?”

Victor, who had sunk into the sofa, suddenly jumped up.

He looked at Ling Chen for a moment, then said with a smile, “With just you?”

“With just me!”

Zero pulled out his license. “First of all, I’m a mercenary, and an Adept.”

Second, I know your situation very well.

A company like Ron doesn’t send out troops to attack a wolf den for a civilian like you, but a power like Masters with a private force, you don’t offer.

As for mercenaries, no one is willing to take on such a risky job. ”

Zero took a step forward. “So you have no choice, Dr. Victor.”

As long as you nod, at least there’s a chance.

Or do you not love your wife at all? ‘

“Nonsense, no one loves Kailin more than I do!”

Victor panted, walked back and forth a few steps, took another swig, then threw the bottle out. “This is the last.”

Well, damn it, I promise you this.

Transactions.

But can you really get Kareen back for me? ‘

“As long as she’s not dead, I will bring her back no matter what!”

Zero looked straight into the doctor’s eyes, which softened. “Believe me, Doctor.”

I love my wife just as much as you do. ”

“I believe you.”

Victor nodded. “Tomorrow, bring your wife here. I can give her a preliminary examination first.”

“As for you, scram back now. I’m going to rest.”

The doctor gave the order to leave, knowing that it was to have the strength to heal the patient.

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He left the clinic, his sensitive ears allowing him to hear Victor crying and laughing upstairs.

He was grateful to Mathews for giving all the details of Victor, otherwise he would not have known what Victor wanted above all else, and he would not have had a bargaining chip.

And the price for this was that he owed Masters a favor.

However, this was very fair. No matter what era it was, there was no such thing as a free lunch!